The page is a brief history of Carr Farm and is far from being complete. Nevertheless it provides true facts that will not be known by many people.
My research relating to this and other farms in the village is on going.
Carr Farm also known as Carr House Farm was demolished around the 1960s, but had been derelict prior to demolition. Land belonging to the farm was sold off and amalgamated into other farms.
Carr Farm was located down Carr Lane to the west of the village about 600 metres from the parish boundary with Sutton Scarsdale and 1500 metres from the parish boundary with Bolsover to the north. The farm house and buildings were about 100 metres to the north of Carr Lane. The farm, its buildings and fields were always in the village of Palterton.
He wrote. I was born at Yew Tree Farm, Heath, two miles away across the valley, where my father had rented 60 acres of Chatsworth land and set up farming with a brand new bride at the age of 25. Three years later they had moved with two baby sons, aged one and two, down to the Carr where I spent the next eight formative years, years that seem from here to have been eternally summer, when Arthur (my brother) and I roamed the fields, hedgerows, woods and streams in unrestricted freedom.
Carr House Farm, Palterton Carr, lay down in the valley, its 150 acres bordering the eastern banks of the Doe Lea stream. Deepdale Farm had the land opposite on the western side. The little river gave its name to the Doe Lea valley. Rising a few miles away in Hardwick Park whose deer had once, no doubt, roamed all this land and given a name to the infant stream, it meandered northwards through the valley. Hereabouts Hardwick Hall and Bolsover Castle stood out on the eastern escarpment, three hundred feet above us and looking out towards the Derbyshire hills, purple along the western horizon. Carr means marsh or fen, and, the land had been gradually drained and enclosed into middling good arable and pasture.
The long, handsome, stone-built, slate-roofed house, surrounded by bits farm buildings was a mile from the village on the hill-top, and reaching up to meet my grandfather Turner's land at Palterton Elms Farm. Best part of a mile to the north lay the close packed row-houses of the mining village of Carr Vale, where the Great Central railway came through from Lincoln to Chesterfield. Up the middle of the valley the single track of the Midland railway connected the coal mines of Glapwell, Ramcroft, Palterton, Bolsover, Markham and Ireland with the steel-works of Staveley and Chesterfield and fifteen miles further north, the steel capital of the world, as we were taught at school, the great City of Sheffield. For, despite its romantic name, it was not for its wild-life that the Doe Lea valley was famed, but for its wealth of coal and iron, and heavy industries, breeding hard men. There was not a railway station in the land but heard the clink and clang of Bolsover wagons in its sidings, our teachers taught us, not an ocean or a continent in the whole wide world that did not bear our steel to its farthest limits.
We had a pleasant lawn in front of the house where we played our first croquet, and beyond that a sizeable vegetable garden and beyond that again a newly planted apple orchard. A cherry tree and a pear tree grew beside the house where Arthur and I could climb out of our bedroom window onto the leaded flat-top of the parlour bay window and reach out perilously for the fruit in the early mornings before anyone was astir. At the back a stone paved causey (path) stretched the length of the house overlooking the open farmyard, the cattle yard and the pond. At the end of the causey stood the horse trough and pump, our only water supply. There was, of course, no electricity or gas or sewer. Our toilet was a little house beyond the cart-hovel, where a two-seater wooden bench seat covered the dark noisome depths below.
We saw no children to speak to. Men walked the footpaths to and from work in the pits or in family groups on Sundays. We saw no motor cars but enjoyed watching the coal trains and the few passenger trains, and learned to recognise the whistle of the 'Paddy Mail' taking the miners to work and home again. There s no traffic at the farm. Any goods bought or sold we took or fetched ourselves from the station. I suppose this self-sufficiency must for good or ill have had a noticeable effect on our characters.
The milkman called daily with his horse and float to collect the milk - Mr Fullwood, I remember his name now - and he was the only regular visitor. Dr. Saville rode down from Bolsover on his nag now and again, for we had our share of illness. The world beyond the seas was at war but at the Carr we hardly knew it in our own tight little world. We had a man to help Dadda on the farm and a girl in the house. Later in the war (1914-18) we had a girl outside too. She was in the Women's Land Army - Miss Ellis - she was only a slip of a girl, but 'Miss Ellis' she remained until the end of the war, and I never heard her first name. When she left us, we children were quite desolated; she went off to Carr Vale and married a soldier, who had brought a wooden leg back from the trenches of Flanders, and so became Mrs Howarth. We sometimes went to see her in her new home in Charlesworth Street, and a great treat it was as they had a gramophone, the first we had ever heard. We couldn't make out many of the words because most of the songs were by a Scotsman called Harry Lauder whose accent we could not understand, but it was a thrill all the same and magic to us.
One of the men who worked on the farm was Billy Darley whose father had sent him to us to learn about farming, and when he left us they all went to Canada to settle there. And lo and behold, more than twenty years later, in the midst of another war, in walked Billy, now a Master-Sergeant in the Canadian army! Tommy Nuthall was a village boy who was always about the place, one of those lads born to love animals and the land. Then one day we heard that his father Sgt. Nuthall had been killed in France; we never saw Tommy again as he had to go to work at the Pit as the family bread-winner. The war was all about us now. I was in my first year at school and the Headmistress, Miss Varney, put up a poster in the assembly hall of a church in Belgium, its tower topped by the metal figure of an angel; it had been knocked askew by shell-fire, and she urged us with tears in her eyes to bring all our pennies for War Savings to pay back the wicked Germans.
There were some German prisoners of war in a camp at Bolsover Castle and in especially busy times Dadda could ask for some of them to help in the harvest and so on. One day, when we were threshing, we had half a dozen with their funny red and grey sailor hats and odd coloured patches on their uniforms. At lunchtime they had races around the stacks, carrying Beth and I piggy-back, and fell about in the straw laughing and singing. Very jolly man they seemed, quite different from the terrible cruel soldiers Miss Varney had told us about. One dark night there was a sound of distant thunder and we all ran outside to see the searchlights criss-crossing against the clouds. "It's zeppelins over Sheffield" they said in hushed voices as the beams searched back and forth for the great airships, while the thump, thump of the bombs went on and dim flashes of explosions lit the northern horizon.
At last a day came when I was playing, alone down by the pond. Suddenly the blower at the brick-yard began to blow in the middle of the morning. Then the pit blowers from Ramcroft and Glapwell and then Bolsover joined in, and all the pits round about until the whole air vibrated with the whine and whistle of sirens and blowers. I was frightened and ran up the yard calling for my mother " What is it Mamma, what is all that noise?; "I shouted. Mother was sitting in the far corner of the sitting room, leaning on her broom, in the middle of the morning cleaning, with the rush bottom dining chairs turned upside -down round the edge of the table. As I came up to her I saw her shoulders were shaking with sobs. I asked her why and she reached out and hugged me to her, "Because your Uncle Tom will never be coming home again - it's the War - the War's over- it's the end of the War," and she buried her face against my shoulder and wept and I had never seen her before and never would again.
That is how I remember 11 a.m. 11th November 1918.
Thank you Cornelius for the superb description of Carr House Farm and the surrounding area c. 1918.
1824. There is evidence that Carr Farm existed at this time, but I believe the farm existed at least fifty years previously. The Palterton and Rylah Tenants Rentals, part of the Earl Bathurst Estate Papers reveal that Edmund Beeley was the tenant and occupied Carr Farm. The half year rent due on Lady Day 1824 was £65.10shillings and was paid. (Number 94 on the schedule).
On that same Rentals page (numbers 93 and 95 respecctively), Samuel Beeley (Senior) and Samuel Beeley (Junior), both had farms at Palterton, paying higher rentals than Carr Farm. Hence, I conject they were larger farms.
1828. The Palterton and Rylah Tenants Rentals, part of the Earl Bathurst Estate Papers reveal that Edmund Beeley was the tenant and occupied Carr Farm. The half year rent due on Lady Day 1824 was £65.10shillings and was paid. (Number 94 on the schedule).
1832. Edmund Beeley, senior appears on the Electoral Rolls as an Occupation Voter for Carr Farm. He lived there with his family, but did not own it.
He appears on the Electoral Rolls living at Carr Farm until at least 1861. His qualification as a voter was that he occupied land at Carr Farm and the rental was £50 or upwards. He did not own the farm nor the land attached to it.
1839 On the 9th. instant (July) at Bolsover, Mr. Edmund Beeley, farmer of Palterton Carr was married to Elizabeth, only daughter
of Mr. S. Jackson of Bolsover.
1841. The Bathurst Estate Papers of that year relating to 'Scarcliffe, Survey, Valuation and Rate states that Edmd. Beeley occupied Carr Farm and that it was 156 acres 1 rood and 21 perches. The annual value was £160..19shillings..2d (old pence). The annual value assessed was £137..19shillings..4d. The assessment @ 5d. in the £1. was £2..17shillings and 6d.
1841. The census reveals: Edmund Beeley aged 30 years, a farmer with his wife & 5 servants.
1842. 30 August. The farm was allotted for sale, being part of the "West part of Scarcliffe and Palterton Estate" being sold by Earl Bathursts Estate. I have not discovered who purchased this "Lot 37".
1846. Death. At Palterton on Wednesday last, Mrs Beeley, widow of the late Samuel Beeley of that place aged 70 years.
1850. The Tithe Award mentions the "Executors of the late Edmund Beeley, junior", yet the census in 1851 indicates he was still alive.
1851. The census reveals: Edmond Beeley aged 32 years, a farmer and family. He farmed 165 acres at Palterton Carr farm. He had two Irishmen as Carters.
1861. The census reveals: Edmond Beeley aged 48 years, a farmer and family. He farmed 150 acres at Palterton Carr farm. He had two Irishmen as Carters.
1871. 7 April. The census in reveals that the Beeley family had left Carr Farm and the occupant was John William Hunt aged 31 years, a Farmer of 156 acres born at nearby Whalley. He had 4 labourers. The Enumerator was William Burkitt.
1881. The census reveals another occupant, namely William Whitehead aged 50 years. He was stated to be a Farm Bailiff and was born at nearby Bolsover. He farmed 156 acres and employed two labourers and his sister, Elizabeth Welton was his female housekeeper.
1886. I believe that around 1886, Joseph Wilkinson moved into Carr Farm with his wife as occupiers. Their daughter Maude was born there in 1887.
1891. The census reveals that Joseph Wilkinson, aged 34 years, a farmer, born Holmesfield and his wife Amelia aged 36 years born Sheffield occupied the farm along with their two children Joseph aged 6 years born at Marsh Lane, Maude aged 3 years and Frank aged 2 years. The latter two children were born at Carr Farm, hence we know this family lived there from at least 1887. Josephs widowed mother Mary, aged 63 years, also lives with them. They have two servants living with them.
1901. The census reveals that Joseph Wilkinson aged 43 years occupied Carr Farm along with his wife and two children Maude (14 years) and Frank (12 years), both born at Palterton. They employed two farm labourers and a 16 year old female domestic servant. It looks as if Mary had died. Their oldest son Joseph was not with them!
The census does not make it clear whether or not they had Thomas Piper, his wife and son living with them.
1912. Kelly's Trade Directory records that Joseph Wilkinson is still a farmer in Palterton and we conject that he is still at Carr Farm.
1915. The Turner family move into Carr Farm, probably on Ladyday, 25 March.
The Turner family remained at Carr Farm until 1922, when they moved to Hall Farm, Palterton.
1922. The Howett family moved into Carr Farm and remained there until 1928, when they moved to Hall Farm, Sutton Scarsdale. The year could have been 1929.
1929. 25 March. The next and last family to occupy Carr Farm was George Henry Poole and his family. On this date, they moved to this farm from Rylah (Riley) Farm that was located down Rylah (Riley) Hill, Palterton. This latter farm was also known as Riley Farm.
1932. Kelly's Trade Directory records that George Poole was a farmer in the village and we know from eye witness accounts that he was at Carr Farm.
1941. Kelly's Trade Directory records that George Poole was a farmer in the village and we know that he was at Carr Farm. The farm was less than 150 acres.
The farm house that was demolished in the 1960s is unlikely to have been the original building. There is evidence that in 1898, it was a "one up, one down" house and was altered to a two bedroom house with a kitchen. The alterations cost £145 and were paid for on 20 May 1898 - £70 and 6 July 1898 - £75. There were 3 chimney stacks in the one block.
Carr Farm / Carr House Farm
Created 2 December 2001
Last updated: 1 June 2012